This is not a good getaway.
I am with my friends from college in my old farm house. There is no electricity, and we are rifling through all the old antiques. We keep finding hidden closets and cubbies in the house, too. The spaces are very cramped and there’s barely enough room. We push forward, narrowly escaping getting stuck inside the home. At one point we stop in a decently sized room, and I admire an old baby carriage. One of my friends needs to leave to begin a paper, and the other decides to follow. I am alone in the house for a few moments before I realize that that is the last place I want to be by myself.
I run outside and look for my car, but as I spot it, I see someone else driving it off. The urge to leave immediately is strong, so I walk over to another Jeep Cherokee and take that instead. In the passenger’s seat is the mother of a girl I went to middle school with, and in the driver’s seat is someone’s corpse. I was feeling a lot of pressure to get away from there, so I decided to muster up all my courage and proceed to sit on the corpse in order to drive away. I pull out the driveway and get on the road.
The farm house sits on the top of the mountain, so the road takes you all the way down into the valley. On my way down, my vision starts getting blurry and fading. I explain to the woman that I can’t see and she begins freaking out. At this point she tells me I am swerving all over the road and I need to stay in the lines. I start freaking out too because for this moment, I am blind. At the bottom of the mountain we finally crash. The Jeep is flipped over on its roof, and I somehow manage to get myself out through the window. When I get out there I see a young boy.
That is when an eight foot gargoyle, who is not made of stone, flies down with his massive wings and using his toenails, cratches up the boy’s face. The gargoyle’s skin is green and slimy. The gargoyle now has a two by four in his hands. This two by foot has about one hundred nails hammered into it that come out on the other side. He begins to take this two by four and repeatedly attacks the young boy with it. The boy is covered in blood and falls to the ground eventually. He doesn’t move. The gargoyle flies up into a tree.
This is my chance to make my getaway. I begin running, but can feel a presence behind me. I turn around, and it is the gargoyle again with the two by four flying at full speed to reach me. The gargoyle swings the two by four into me, and the nails penetrate into my back and arm. As he rips it back out of my skin, I begin to bleed profusely. He takes it and hits again, but this time in the head. I’m sure this causes some kind of brain damage, but I still try one last time to get away. The pain is intolerable, but staying there to be killed wasn’t an option. Finally, the gargoyle swings one last time, landing a fatal blow at my temple.
The pain is crippling, and I awake.
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